Today Miles was visiting to Mrs Dupree to have a look at her friend’s computer. Elaine Whyte was concerned about the amount of time her eighteen yea... old daughter Amy was spending on line and Miles had offered to investigate her internet browsing history. Mrs. Dupree left Miles alone in the kitchen with the laptop. It didn’t take long to find the information he was looking for; there were two accounts on the computer one for Amy and the other was her mother’s. Feeling a bit guilty Miles read. I swear every drop of blood in my body was throbbing in my erection as I instantly fabricated an image of her laying there in the nude.“Be okay by me, but I don’t know if it would be safe,” was my semi-unconscious reply. My mind was racing with images of her and I rolling around on the grass, nude and enjoying nature and each other. Her hands were now unclipping the trimmer from the shoulder strap and she set it aside, squatting down as she gently placed it on the ground. Instead of returning. Nor did I speak to Liz about it. In fact, we sat for our regular evening meal and when it was done the kids ran off to their room while Helen started to clean up. I was left with the memories of my daughter naked body and smiling proud face.That next day, approximately the same time, I received another email.When my download indication took a long while my heart beat faster and I wondered if another picture of my own daughter soon awaited me. It was.Liz stood in profile, facing another teenage. She stopped. Bob let go of her nipple. She didn’t move didn’t pull off.“Alex?” Bob’s voice was soft, but tense.“I’m okay,” she said. “Maybe this will help.”“Calm down,” said Bob. “This is hard for me, too.”“It’s hard for me!“ she hissed. Very deliberately she moved backward, sliding another inch of his prick into her pussy.“Don’t do something you’ll regret,” said Bob.She lowered her upper body and touched his nose with her own.“I don’t regret anything, except that my breasts aren’t doing what.